landbeastnovel Chapter 185 True Form, Manifesting Heaven and Earth!
Chapter 185 True Form, Manifesting Heaven and Earth!
The giant hand covered in golden scales was stuck in the very center of the portal.
The high-ranking angels below were stunned for a moment, then erupted in a deafening cheer.
"miracle!"
"The Supreme God has descended!"
The sound, uttered in a Western bird language, echoed throughout the Scottish Highlands.
They believed that this was the arrival of a supreme deity from a higher dimension of heaven.
Come and deal with those two arrogant and ignorant remnants of the East.
Even Zhao Leiguang slammed his two large shields to the ground, spitting as he did so.
"Damn it, if you kill the young ones, you'll have to take care of the older ones! These foreign devils have no sportsmanship!"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The changes in the sky stunned everyone.
The giant hand that crushed the archangel's divine status did not radiate any light at all.
Instead, he gripped the edge of the light gate with all his might, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.
It is purely physical strength.
"Crunch."
A sickening cracking sound rang out.
The massive teleportation portal was forcibly torn in two from the inside.
Golden fragments fell from the sky in a flurry.
A majestic, ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma image stepped out from the void.
The sound of the armor plates colliding drowned out all other sounds.
Three enormous eyes looked down.
Yang Jian.
The laws of heaven and earth.
He was very confident, thanks to the god-level war aura that Lu Yan had bestowed upon him.
They bypassed the spatial node and intercepted the archangel who was trying to escape.
While we're at it, we'll also completely drain away that divine essence.
It was used as a tonic to replenish the foundation that he had built up over thousands of years.
Yang Jian stretched his thick wrists and let out a burp.
The oppressive aura emanating from him made the hundreds of thousands of angels below unable to straighten their backs.
Lu Yan was not idle.
In my mind, the wheel of nothingness spun rapidly.
A strange set of data graphs was generated from the black lotus petals.
Deep within higher dimensions, something even more sinister is quietly gathering energy.
It's frighteningly large.
This has exceeded the limits that this shattered secret realm can withstand.
"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here."
Lu Yan switched to voice communication and gave a direct instruction.
"True Lord, Nezha, my brother."
"Forget about those small fry, the higher-dimensional node is about to collapse, let's retreat!"
Ling Shuang and the members of the first squad retracted their formation and prepared to charge out along the way they had come.
Nezha, high in the sky, managed to stop the Wind Fire Wheels.
The wheels screeched through the air.
He turned his head, and his deathly gray eyes narrowed instantly.
They kept a close eye on the rear of the remnants of the angel army.
A six-winged angel, draped in a concealment array and shrinking back, was trying to slip away.
Even if Nezha were burned to ashes, he would still recognize that face.
He was defeated and died in battle back then.
It was this grandson who, relying on the divine artifact, smashed his physical body to pieces with each blow.
The twelve Soul-Sealing Nails were also driven into his collarbone one by one by this guy.
The chief executioner under the twelve-winged archangel, Gabriel's lackey.
He was nailed to the bottom of the deep blue lake and became the culprit of the "power bank" phenomenon for thousands of years.
"run?"
A sound like sandpaper rubbing came from Nezha's throat.
"Did I say you could run away?!"
He completely ignored Lu Yan's order to retreat.
All the anger accumulated over thousands of years was ignited by this one figure from behind.
The dark red flames on his body faded.
It turned directly into pure black flames.
Even the surrounding space was burned and curled up a bit.
Lu Yan looked up and caught a glimpse of this scene.
There was no obstruction.
He understood all too well the fury one feels when, after being wronged for thousands of years, one finally sees their enemy.
Swipe your finger across the system interface.
"God-tier War Aura, Target Switch!"
"Locked on: Nezha!"
The golden ring was removed from Yang Jian and placed on the young demon god.
A power that amplified all attributes by a hundredfold was poured in.
Nezha raised his head and let out a long roar.
The flesh on both sides of his neck bulged out, and the flesh under his ribs was torn open.
The three-headed, six-armed demon god's form appeared.
The Qiankun Circle in his left hand grows larger.
He flung out the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) in his right hand, shattering the holy light in the sky.
This is the true ancestor configuration of the one who wreaked havoc in Heaven.
The whirlwind wheels beneath his feet suddenly changed direction.
Nezha crashed straight into the densest core formation of the angel legion.
The executioner was terrified.
They couldn't even bother to maintain their pretense anymore.
"Stop him! Quickly! Hold the line!"
They were howling loudly in bird language.
He casually grabbed a few high-ranking angels nearby and lifted them onto his head.
The thousands of four-winged and six-winged angels felt their scalps tingle and had no choice but to grit their teeth and form a shield of light.
They wanted to stop this evil spirit.
But Nezha didn't take these small fry seriously at all.
Wherever the black flames touched, all protective spells were completely useless.
They didn't even need to scream.
Hundreds of high-ranking angels, along with their spears and shields of light, were burned to ashes in the black flames.
Not even ashes remained.
Nezha didn't stop.
He swung his weapon with three heads and six arms.
The Fire-Tipped Spear, like a black and red lightning bolt, cleaved open the sky.
"Sizzle!"
The spear pierced his chest.
The executioner's massive body was pinned to a cross that appeared out of nowhere by a powerful force.
That was the magic weapon he used to nail Nezha back then, which Nezha brought out exactly as it was.
"You like nails, right?"
Nezha moved closer to him.
All three faces were simultaneously grinning in an ugly way.
Black flames surged along the shaft of the Fire-Tipped Spear and into the executioner's body.
"ah--!"
Screams echoed throughout the entire battlefield.
That is karmic fire that directly burns the soul.
Little by little, that sacred source was burned into charcoal.
He truly experienced what it means to be worse than dead.
Not long after.
The first executioner under the twelve-winged archangel perished in despair.
Only a dusty, gray fragment of divine essence fell into Nezha's hands.
"Pah, you filthy thing."
A mouthful of saliva was spit on the ground.
Nezha, holding his gun, turned and scanned the area.
This bloody massacre.
It became the last straw.
The faith of the Western Angel Legion has completely collapsed.
The remaining tens of thousands of birdmen lost their fighting spirit.
The formation has completely fallen apart.
They flew around wildly and chaotically.
The invincible prestige painstakingly cultivated by the Western false gods has been utterly crushed today.
"happy!"
Yang Jian withdrew the Heavenly Manifestation Technique and landed beside Nezha.
The two looked at each other, and it seemed that the awkwardness had disappeared.
"open circuit."
Two ancient gods led the way.
They managed to carve out a path for themselves.
The members of the first and third squads followed closely behind.
Beneath my feet lay a thick layer of angel fragments and golden feathers.
If this scene were filmed and sent back to China, netizens would rave about it for half a month.
The border of the Scottish Highlands is right in front of us.
The purple mist was shattered and torn apart by the divine power.
We can already see the Scottish wilderness outside.
They were about to break through.
Just as everyone was about to step out of the barrier.
The communicator on Lu Yan's wrist emitted a burst of garbled text.
Immediately afterwards, the Void Disc stopped spinning.
The black lotus trembled violently in the sea of consciousness, emitting a mournful cry.
Yang Jian and Nezha stopped and stood guard in front of the team.
The two looked up at the open field outside the barrier.
On the horizon where there was originally nothing.
There's an extra chair.
A very tall throne made entirely of human bones.
A figure leaned against the throne.
It has no wings.
He only had waist-length blonde hair and half of his face covered by a golden mask.
The man was holding a tactical terminal core of the Huaxia Dragon Guard in his hand.
Hold the core between your index and middle fingers and gently crush it.
The parts fell, accompanied by sparks.
He raised his hand and pointed his index finger at Lu Yan, who was at the very front.
"You, the rule-breaker."
The voice resounded directly in everyone's minds.
Lu Yan didn't dare to hesitate. He narrowed his eyes and turned his right palm upward.
If the opponent poses a significant threat, he must decisively use the Black Lotus on them; if he encounters another one...
Without much thought, a black lotus the size of a palm quickly took shape in his hand.